Chapter 39: This 'Killer' Isn't Very Calm

Walked out of the single room of the snail dwelling.

Zhang Yuchou didn't leave immediately, but knocked on the opposite door.

The door opened; a dark-skinned man opened it, first quickly glancing around, then his gaze lingered on Tang Luo's face before he said, "What's the matter?"

"We're going to eat; Officer Tan, care to join?" Zhang Yuchou asked.

Officer Tan frowned: "I'm not going; you eat breakfast and come back. Also, you said not to expose my identity."

Probably something like covert protection.

As for whether it complies with regulations, for such a vicious serial murder case, special cases are handled specially.

It's just the last two "survivors."

Assign some police force to protection; maybe something will be discovered.

The killer knows the victims' movements like the back of his hand; he definitely scouted ahead.

"My friend came specially to see me… I complained to him, I shouldn't have said I didn't say anything at all." Zhang Yuchou said.

His face was a bit embarrassed.

"Well, I don't know anything." Tang Luo said with a smile.

Tan Song almost wanted to cover his face, only able to say: "Sir—"

"I understand; I'll keep it secret, not leaking any information." Tang Luo nodded.

"Come back early." Tan Song also said to Zhang Yuchou.

The protection doesn't need to be 24-hour surveillance.

Based on the killer's past methods, danger only arises when someone is alone at home at night.

After the third victim's incident.

Zhang Yuchou and the other two remaining "survivors" found a hotel and stayed for a period.

This counts as "open protection."

This time, it's relatively "covert protection."

Zhang Yuchou's rented apartment was also fitted with surveillance cameras.

Zhang Yuchou said this protection would likely last about half a month to a month, or until the killer is caught.

A month or so later coincides with the expiration of Zhang Yuchou's rent.

By then he plans to go home first—not to his hometown to get married, but simply to go home.

FLAG cannot be set.

"You say, in this world, do spirit boards, ghosts, and such things actually exist?" Zhang Yuchou asked after taking a sip of wine, his psychological pressure also considerable.

"Yes."

Tang Luo said firmly.

"Damn! Why did I get involved?" Zhang Yuchou cursed, "Wasn't it said that after the founding of the country, spirits can't become refined?"

Rather than saying he was affirming Tang Luo's words,

it's more like he was just letting off a little steam.

"I've already enlightened you; don't worry." Tang Luo laughed, "Evil spirits can't harm you."

"Good, bottoms up." Zhang Yuchou downed a cup, "No, I drank, you do as you like."

He still remembered that Tang Luo doesn't drink alcohol.

There's no special reason; he simply dislikes the taste of alcohol.

After finishing a meal, Tang Luo sent the somewhat drunk Zhang Yuchou back to his rented apartment.

"Go enjoy your hotel's big bed." Zhang Yuchou said.

"Well, as I told you, I'm staying at XX Hotel, booked for seven days." Tang Luo said, "Call me if anything comes up."

"Okay, let's meet tomorrow afternoon and go out together." Zhang Yuchou said.

Why the afternoon?

Because in their college days, if there was no class in the morning, there simply was no morning.

Now, this rare day off also has no morning.

Closed the door, yet hadn't left.

Over there, Tan Song opened the door again, came out, and invited Tang Luo inside.

Nothing special.

He just hoped Tang Luo would keep things as secret as possible, and as an unrelated person, hoped he would stay away.

Tang Luo responded with a laid-back "Yeah, fine, you're right."

As for how to do it, it's up to Tang Luo's own willingness.

Walking down the bustling street, he slightly felt the long-missing neon lights and wine green, Tang Luo arrived at the booked hotel.

Handled formalities, went upstairs, entered the room.

The vital energy of the real world is still thin, offering no help to Tang Luo's injury recovery.

"I didn't expect that even in this state, the real world still has something." Tang Luo thought to himself.

When giving Zhang Yuchou the enlightenment.

He deliberately suppressed all outward manifestations.

Otherwise, one could see light flashing over Zhang Yuchou's body.

Then, a certain "object" attached to him was dispelled.

Originally, I thought there were no evil spirits in the real world.

I didn't expect there to still be any.

Plate Immortal? A vengeful spirit attached to a disc?

Looking at things from different angles often yields completely different results.

The police, viewing things from the worldview they've built since childhood, see the so-called Plate Immortal incident as undoubtedly a man-made vicious serial murder case.

But in Tang Luo's view, things aren't necessarily like that.

To be honest, dealing with vengeful spirits and such is relatively simple.

What Tang Luo excels at is subduing demons and eliminating evil, not chanting sutras or worshipping Buddha.

To blast harmful vengeful spirits into oblivion and then salvation them is the forte of Master Xuanzang.

There's just one problem...

He is skilled at salvation, but not at finding the other party.

In the Journey to the West, Sun Wukong's eyes lit up: "Master! This is exactly the demon (monster, ghost)!"

Oh? Then step back and let me, the master, come.

Then Tang Luo's eyes also lit up, he gave a hehe laugh, and rushed forward.

And now...

"Wukong, Master really misses you."

Being too biased in one's studies is really not a good thing.

Tang Luo doesn't want that either.

He doesn't favor one subject, nor does he obsessively focus on raising his 'direct confrontation' ability.

How should one walk the perilous Journey to the West road?

After catching a monster, do you still have to wash it clean first?

Pah!

Isn't it the norm for bloodthirsty demons to swallow raw, tear flesh, and drink blood?

Of course, there are also cases where one must wash clean first.

These situations can't be talked about much; talking too much leads to *******.

Moreover, at that time Tang Luo always felt that the Tathagata was a huge pit lying in plain sight.

Even after returning, the Tathagata never pit Tang Luo.

There's always a subtle feeling of 'I've painstakingly prepared all these years, and yet you don't come.'

"Without obtaining merit power, the Plate Immortal doesn't seem to be truly resolved."

Tang Luo glanced at the Merit Jade Lotus.

When dispelling the thing attached to Zhang Yuchou's body, no merit power was generated.

This shows that what was dispelled was at most just a small part of the 'Plate Immortal'.

The true form surely is still hiding somewhere.

Only by finding it, salvaging it, can it be considered doing good and saving people, which is a merit.

Wanting to be a Merit Buddha is far more troublesome than being a Victorious Fighting Buddha.

A mighty, fearless brute now has to become a detective.

Life is not easy; even Buddhas find it arduous.

"Ding ling ling..."

The bedside table phone rang.

"Mr. Tang, hello, this is the front desk."

Tang Luo, who answered the phone, heard a sweet voice.

"What's the matter?" Tang Luo asked.

This is a four-star luxury hotel; there shouldn't be any improper services, right?

Really!

Even if there were.

Master Xuanzang is full of righteousness; is he that kind of person?

"That's right."

The front desk receptionist, with a sweet voice, said, "A Mr. Sun wants to see you."

"Sun? Mr.?" Tang Luo's interest instantly dropped by ninety-nine percent.

"Yes, he says he's your friend..." The receptionist paused, waiting for Tang Luo's response.

"What's his name?"

A sound came from the other end, as if they were holding the microphone while asking.

After a few seconds, the voice sounded again: "He says his name is Sun Ang."

"I don't know him, wait a moment." Tang Luo suddenly changed his mind: "Let him come up."

"Hmm, okay, Mr. Tang, please contact us anytime if you need anything."

A few minutes later, a knocking sound came.

Tang Luo opened the door without even looking through the peephole.

Outside stood a young man who looked about the same age as Tang Luo (in appearance).

His face looked somewhat weary, his black hair mixed with not a few white hairs.

But the spirit in his eyes was very uplifted, very confident.

No, it should be said to be arrogance, and he also seems somewhat lofty.

"You are..."

Tang Luo looked at this Sun Ang and said.

The reason I let him come up is because of this name; Zhang Yuchou had mentioned it to Tang Luo.

Among the six people who played the Ouija board game, aside from Zhang Yuchou, he was the last survivor.

"Is Zhang Yuchou your friend?"

Sun Ang did not answer Tang Luo's words, walked past him into the room, pulled over a chair, sat down, and asked.

He had the air of "I am the master."

Tang Luo casually closed the door and said, "Right, you're his colleague, right?"

"That's right." Sun Ang nodded, "Since he's your friend and we're colleagues, I'll let him off; this kid hasn't offended me either."

"Oh?"

Tang Luo raised his eyebrows and immediately asked, "In the real world, acting recklessly, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Tsk."

Sun Ang relaxed further, "Turns out you're a rookie. I guess only you rookies don't know the restrictions have loosened? If you keep a low profile and don't show off, nothing will happen."

God-Demon Walker!

The Sun Ang before him, like Tang Luo, is also a God-Demon Walker.

Moreover, he should be a truly veteran God-Demon Walker who has experienced many missions.

There's nothing like a Ouija spirit.

The killer is this God-Demon Walker before us!

What the Merit Jade Lotus dispelled should be the "hidden door" Sun Ang left on Zhang Yuchou.

Perhaps it's surveillance?

This way, we can clearly explain why he knows Tang Luo lives here.

Before Tang Luo gave Zhang Yuchou enlightenment, he had already said he lived here.

Sun Ang probably also, through Tang Luo dispelling the hidden door he left, identified Tang Luo as a fellow God-Demon Walker and came straight over to warn him.

"Even after killing four people, the special task force has been formed—isn't that enough showiness?" Tang Luo asked.

"Those people deserved it."

Sun Ang gave a vicious laugh, "I've been fine so far, which only proves they deserved it!"

The God-Demon Game has never clearly told the rules for God-Demon Walkers.

Including the limits on conduct in real life.

Zhou Zhen'guo told Tang Luo that before, using skills slightly to seek some benefits and improve life was no problem.

Later, the restrictions loosened somewhat.

Including Chu Zhongtian and them, after hearing some ambiguous, uncertain true-or-false information.

The Sun Ang before him, when he first started killing, probably also didn't have full confidence.

After testing and finding nothing wrong, he became emboldened.

"That adulterous couple, that gossiping woman, that sneaky little person who only does petty reporting and brown-nosing—all deserve to die!"

The Tang Luo before him is someone Sun Ang can share his exhilaration with.

Therefore he vented his emotions without restraint.

Once the restrictions loosened, upon achieving his ambitions, he became reckless from then on.